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Self-Serving Dreams Did it not disturb you when my heart shattered?
Did the crash fail to rouse you from your narcissistic, self-serving dreams?
Those dreams in which only you exist.
Those dreams where everyone bows low, low as they can, while you spit on top of their heads.
You sicken me, it will be a comfort to never see you again.

Though the worst thing about all of this...
The most agonizingly cruel thing about what you've done -
.. Is that I still love you.
I still love what I thought you were.

You're like a black hole, and I'm peering over the edge --
Soaking in the fact that nothing exists on the other side of that abysmal blackness.
Absorb
Inside The scent of unrequited love is heady.
As saturating and warm as sweat.
The longing nearly dizzying; debilitating in its displaced potency.
I can imagine your scent,
Study the way you move,
Hang upon the words departing from your imperfect mouth –
Yet no matter how I try I can't taste you.
The coldness of the saliva.
The salt of the sweat mingled within.

Like a child, ensnared in the trap of your intoxicating existence,
I can't find release.
The weight of this barrage collides with a wall of granite -
The idea that considering you in such a way is sin.
To imagine running my hand across the small of your back.
To so

The Deepest Void      I never gave any thought at all to losing you. I never once imagined what my life would be like if you were no longer in it; what it would be like to wake up and know I wasn't going to see your face or hear you laugh ever again. We had been together..always together for what felt like a lifetime, but looking back...it was only a single breath. Something I missed so quickly I'm now left grasping at it frantically, like the last little leaf of autumn before winter carries everything away.. and suddenly..the years from age six to twenty-one are completely gone. 
 
    Sometimes I can imagine myself running after it, after the m
Fade and Forget If I could, I would wear a necklace of your bones.
Carry a lock of your hair in my pocket.
Take ownership of your existence in the most intrusive, carnal way possible.
Something so diminutive as a crease in the fabric of your clothing -
.. is enough to weaken my mind; strangle my senses.
Leave me fragile in my yearning to touch you.

I feel the prickle of nerves at the base of my spine when you speak..
But in your eyes I see so little.
Two deepened pools of still, lifeless water.
Barely disturbed by even the most potent of expressions.
Your laugh, brittle and mirthless, graces my ears only when you feel it should.
A calculat

Without You I torture myself with the smallest thoughts.
Images of you in summer, with beads of moisture collected on your face.
Tiny bugs, illuminated by the sun, swarm your eyes in a mindless frenzy.
Much like I would do ...
Just to taste your eyelashes.

Your scent would become earthy, replacing the musk and soap you would have undoubtedly used.
Strong when you brush past, leaving the air in your wake intoxicating.
Captivating enough for me to wish you wouldn't move.
That you would remain still; motionless as I trace your features.
To burn you into my mind forever.

I want to sit with you among swaying grasses, just as the sun retreats b
Who Are You? Do you know who you are?

Truly... Will you know tomorrow? A week from now? Would you still know without the things you love? If you were stripped of something, or of everything around you? Would you still know who you are? Chances are, you're thinking "yes" over and over again at each question, but have you ever been faced with the loss of something you relied on? The complete desecration of a crutch you never even knew existed?

With no clothes on your back, your body bare and clean, your hair and skin restored to a state of complete, natural bleakness, within a room of white, devoid of sound and company. Of objects. Who are you? What remai

Communication is Dying - Facebook is a Void.

Journal Entry: Fri May 25, 2012, 8:11 PM

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:iconjamie-macarthur:
I do not have your talent but I think I understand you . I too look for everything beautiful in this decaying world. Not always easy but I will go to every length to find it.

nice to feel you !!
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:iconfaintsketches:
I feel the very same, thank you for commenting! :rose:

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you are very welcome :hug:
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Hopefully some of my stuff is good enough to be in the group!! It's an amazing group, for sure. :heart::rose:

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